Late night shenanigans

Hey, it wasn't me riding the chair in the car park, but alcohol was involved. 

I had been to the building's Christmas gathering barbeque and took along a bottle of wine, as did many.

I returned home full of cheer and became annoyed about our building manager, a very handsome dark man with the most beautiful teeth displayed when he smiles, and he smiles an awful lot as he promises you the world and fails to deliver. 

To explain the background, we have four annual collection of hard rubbish, which we can put out for council collection. To prevent a messy pile, there is only one days notice of the collection, with a notice being displayed in the lift. I missed the notice and I needed to get rid of the old office chair and a badly cracked sheet of hard plastic that the desk chair rolled upon. 

After I missed the collection, I called the building manager about him storing the chair in an area for storing such things, and yes Andrew, of course. I will call you Monday. Two weeks later, no call. He called me about something else and again I asked him about storing the chair. I will call you next week. 

I was feeling cross and fuelled by the demon drink, "Kosov, we have a job to do. Come with me". I decided to just dump the chair and plastic sheet at the entrance to where such things are stored, and that is what we did.

"Andrew, there is no need to wheel the chair down the two ramps to the basement."

"Go for it, Kosov" and he did, down a ramp, feet propelled along the flat and then down another ramp.

I was supposed to meet the building manager today to get a new key fob, but he didn't answer my call, nor return the call. I'm in the sin bin. C'est la vie.